Cruel.
It is cruel I am not able to admire the eyes, I am so in love with.
Cruel, I don’t get to hold the hand
that was caressing me all night.
Cruel, I have to pretend your laugh
isn’t my favorite sound.
Cruel, our family will always
just consist of the two of us.
Cruel, the only white dress I will ever see you in is your nightgown.
Cruel, I don’t get to express
my longing for you.
Cruel, to pretend.
If our love is wrong,
Then I shall never be right again.
© K.K.
January 2023
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Author:
K. K. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for the women who long for other women in this cruel world. I originally wrote it in Greek, so excuse if my message did not get delivered, the way I wanted it to be delivered.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
really good utilisation
of repetition
to reinforce, rawness
of the pain
you so vividly, portray..
thanks for sharing, really well executed
Thank you for commenting. You truly made my day..
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